Thanks.

Look down at the bodyyou may see no trace of wounds, but in the eye, the eye of the beholder. One cannot assume.Not a drop of blood is drawn, but you know how it bleedsbeware of the sharp edged weaponcalled human being.It is a shield of passionand strong willfrom this I am the victorinstead of the kill.I will not feed your hunger, insteadI bite the painlooking not back, but forward. I bite down hardtry to cover up the trail of deceitand daggers spawned from your soul.Acid, the tears of remorseflow in vain, too late for regrets. Save itfor the next ill fated game.